PAD APRIL 2014 #10 FUTURE POEM

PAD APRIL 2014 #10 FUTURE POEM

I HAVE SELFISH HOPES FOR THE FUTURE

I hope to be out of this city

living near water, taking walks with my crazy dogs

and then putting my feet into the waves afterward

I hope to be in a warmer climate

looking out my window at that body of water

that must have salt and waves and sun and wind and sand! 

I will sit on my porch with my coffee looking out over those waves

writing my stories, my poems, my articles, my statement on life

I hope to stay fit, eating a good diet,

supported by companionship with like-minded souls

I want to climb on my motorcycle

take little trips with my best friend and lover

I know that God throws me a few crumbs here and there

as if to say, “All is not lost”

you’ll get your wish not to spend your days

in a land-locked city

that trips over itself to place in charge

crazy people who think the world is going to end

unless they can control everything 

and don’t realize

history repeats itself and when the wheel goes around

they will “meet the new boss, same as the old boss”!